Holby City

Holby City (1999–present) is a medical drama television serial broadcast on BBC One in the United Kingdom. It follows the lives of surgeons, nurses, other medical and ancillary staff, and patients at the fictional Holby City hospital. The show is currently executive produced by Tony McHale, who co-created Holby City and has been a writer with the series since the first episode.

Connie: Have you any idea what it took to save your life today? Three surgeons, two anaesthetists, not to mention the nurses, porters, theatre staff. It probably cost about £35,000 to put you back on your feet. And I ruined a perfectly good shirt.

Zubin: Your operation has gone well. When you wake, you will be comfortable and you will urinate easily.

Ric: It does say that.

Zubin: She's done her research. You will be hungry for - insert appropriate dietary requirements - and your body is now ready to complete the chain of healing. "Repeat the statement three times." Oh, I forgot a bit. And, Monica, when you wake up you will also believe that you're a giant talking rabbit.

Ric: Professor Khan!

Zubin: [throwing away sheet of affirmations in disgust] Well, it either works or it doesn't.

Jac: And yet as he lay there dying, thinking about me and what he'd be missing, rather than his dried-up old stiff of a wife or his spineless son, where were you? Holding his hand? Offering a last few words of comfort? Or locking horns with yours truly, trying to put a dent in my cold dead heart. And that's what really gets you, isn't it? You've got to carry that round for the rest of your days. If it was your father, we both know he'd shrug it off and move on. But not you - not the nail-scrubbing little worry-wart. You'll never shake the feeling that even on his death-bed, you were one big let-down.

Ric: ...And you were faking it. And fortunately Jayne Grayson was convinced enough to reach for her cheque book.

Lola: You could have told me.

Ric: No, it had to be the real deal.

Lola: "Plausible deniability", eh?

Ric: Something like that.

Lola: I really thought you'd sold out.

Ric: Lola, there must have been half-a-dozen times over the past twenty years when I would happily have seen you subjected to cruel and inhumane animal experimentation.

Lola: The feeling has been mutual.

Ric: But there comes a time when you realise that the things you have in common far outweigh the things that divide you. And that has to count for something. I couldn't let you get shafted by Jayne Grayson.

[Connie writes a letter to John, ending their affair, after she discovers that he is Jayne Grayson's husband.]

Connie: [voiceover] Please don't think me a coward. I know I should do this face-to-face, but I don't think that would help either of us. What I realised today is I can't take you away from Jayne and Christian - you need each other. Especially now. And I can't take them away from you, either. Watching you all together, I saw how much they mean to you. Your life is with them, John - it always has been. We just let our situation get out of hand. We broke our own rule. It was just meant to be snatched moments. That's what we were both looking for. We were not looking for involvement. We were not looking for commitment. We were just looking for a distraction from life. We don't even know each other, otherwise today would never have happened. Thankfully we can get out of this without causing anyone else pain. And that's how it started: no names, no knowledge, no future, no pain - just moments. I can't say I wish it had never happened. I just maybe wish circumstances had been different. Look after yourself, John, and goodbye.

Joseph: Is it my entire life that’s going to flash before my eyes, or just the edited highlights?

Jac: I hated it, you know that? Opera. I really bloody hated it.

Joseph: You should have just said.

Jac: Well, uncharacteristically I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. We hadn’t been together very long. Your hands were shaking… you don’t remember, do you?

Joseph: I remember.

Jac: Men never remember detail; just the carnal event. And even the memory of that is just twisted by their gigantic egos…

Joseph: I remember.

Jac: Go on, then.

Joseph: You had your hair up. Never seen it like that, before or since. You wore a dark green velvet dress, with a shawl, a silver shell necklace – and a beautiful broad smile. You couldn’t stop smiling; you looked like someone else. No, actually, you looked like you. Like you should look. It stays in my mind, you know. Just locked away.

Jac: What the world needs now is love sweet love. [Jac reads from a leaflet about choosing wedding flowers] You know, I just don't know if white roses are appropriate, Faye. It says here that they symbolise innocence and purity - that might be a little misleading. Oh wait, no, I missed a bit. It says they also symbolise silence and secrecy, so...

[Connie and Keith Greene are rivals for the Director of Surgery post. Connie has just given a presentation to the Board in which she has tried to take ownership of a new procedure that Elliot and Tara are developing.]

Greene: I don't think I've congratulated you on your most inspired pitch to the Board.

Greene: Of course my strategy is based on showing individual Board members who I really am - the man behind the surgical mask. In fact my brother-in-law was a friend of the Vice Chairman. He plays golf and he's setting up a game for us.

Connie: Ah, so that's what they mean by your bunker mentality.

Greene: [laughs] Say what you like, Connie. At least I'm not prepared to tread on my colleagues to get to the top. And Mr Hope. Oh dear! Of all people. That's like smacking a puppy on the head with a croquet mallet.

Joseph: These things come out. Chin up; could be worse. You could be about to spend the afternoon in mediation with your cheating wife, who no doubt will pull a sad face and tell the lawyers it’s all your fault. ‘Scuse me while I just go and burn myself alive.

Michael: Ah well, yes, I tried something new today. Left side instead of right,and it has worked a treat so far: found my car keys immediately, there was no traffic on the road, AND there was no line for the coffee! Better than that, coffee actually tastes halfway decent. Try it!

Ollie: You're the funny one when you're on a massive dose of relaxants, yes.

Tara: [laughing] I feel good! [singing] I feel good - derderderderderderder - I knew that I would - derderderderderderder - I feeeel good - derderderderderderder - I knew that I would - derderderderderderder -